by Mia Masters
“On your marks, people!” shouted Hex.
“Gimme speed,” said Jim.
“We’re rolling,” said the cameraman.
“Action!”
“Oh, Jenny!” said Monk. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Take me!” I said breathlessly. “And don’t stop, Barry!”
Monk moved in closer and then brought me to the bed. He seemed more sure of himself this time. I kissed him hard and grabbed his cock.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I said confidently. “I’m so torn between you and—”
“No, don’t say his name,” said Monk swallowing. “This is our moment.”
I started pulling down Monk’s pants early again. He was so aroused, his erection made it hard to get his pants down. I grabbed his cock through his Speedo. It was throbbing and I wanted it inside me bad.
“But I— I’m so torn,” I said. “I have feelings for you, but how can I not process my feelings for him, too?”
“Here’s all you need to know,” Monk said breathlessly.
We started grinding on each other again and it was great. I was really starting to get wet. Monk seemed to be getting into it, too. He kissed my neck and I enjoyed his rough face against my skin.
“Yes, Barry,” I moaned. “Go deep inside me. I want you! Fuck me, Barry. Fuck me!”
“Okay, cut!” called Jim. “Blythe, that was great, honey, but a little too graphic. No f-bombs, okay?”
“Sorry,” I said breathlessly.
“No, no, great stuff,” said Jim. “Reset it! Let’s do it again, people!”
Pete rushed onto set to touch me up. Someone brought Monk some cold water. He drank the entire thing and rubbed the cool bottle against his neck.
“Damn it,” said Pete. “You’re gonna mess yourself up, handsome man.”
Pete adjusted Monk’s makeup as well.
“We ready with makeup?” Hex demanded, rather impatiently.
“Yep. I’m out,” said Pete, grabbing his bag and running off set.
“Speed?” asked Jim.
“Speed,” said the cameraman.
“And… action!”
“Oh, Jenny!” said Monk. “I can’t get enough of you!”
“Take me!” I said breathlessly. “And don’t stop, Barry!”
Monk moved in closer and then brought me to the bed. He threw me onto the bed this time, which I really enjoyed. I could feel his strength and power.
“I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” I said confidently. “I’m so torn between you and—”
“No, don’t say his name,” said Monk, lunging forward toward me. “This is our moment.”
I started pulling down Monk’s pants again. I couldn’t help it. My hand “slipped” and went into his Speedo. This time I put his cock right against my clit. No one else but Monk and I knew, and he didn’t seem to mind.
“But I— I’m so torn,” I said. “I have feelings for you, but how can I not process my feelings for him, too?”
“Here’s all you need to know,” Monk said breathlessly.
There was nothing fake going on. Other than the fact that Monk wasn’t penetrating me, we were basically dry humping. This time, I didn’t make any words; I just moaned. So did Monk.
I felt him cum against me inside the Speedo and the warmth sent me over the edge. I was squirting inside my panties. This was so hot and forbidden, it was amazing!
“Okay, cut. Great,” Jim finally said. “Let’s get set up for the next scene.”
This time, Monk and I were both trying to hide what was going on. I slipped on a robe, while Monk slipped his pants back on. We both rushed back to our trailers. I don’t think anyone was the wiser.
On the way, I may eye contact with Zack.
Shit, he was giving me the hungry eye look. I had to admit, he was on my list, too. I practically had just had sex with Monk, had a date with Christian and now Zack, too. I was playing a dangerous game.
But I was too far involved to want to stop now.
Chapter Twelve
Monk
God damn, what the hell, Monk? You cum in your pants on a set? Not cool. Not cool.
I could smell the jizz in my pants as I marched back to my trailer. A few of the crew and some of the craft people tried to say hello to me, but I avoided them. I had to. I didn’t want anyone to get too close.
I knew everyone thought I was gay. I was glad of that fact right now, because hopefully it meant they weren’t too suspicious about Blythe and me.
And I was gay, mostly. Usually.
Sometimes I liked women.
And I couldn’t help liking Blythe.
Who could?
Those curves of hers were amazing and I loved the way she rubbed them up against me. Even if it was incredibly unprofessional of me to give into that feeling.
I rushed inside the trailer and locked the door behind me. Immediately, I went to the kitchen sink and splashed water in my face.
It wasn’t very cold from the spigot, so I got out a bottle of water from the fridge.
Ah, much better!
Looking down at my pants, I was glad that I had several copies of the same piece of wardrobe in the closet. I stripped down, wiped out the jizz from my Speedo and threw my clothes in the hamper. I texted Hex to get someone to do my laundry ASAP.
That was the great thing about working on a movie. When you asked a member of the crew to do something like this, they didn’t question it. It was their job just to do it. And as long as you didn’t abuse that privilege, they were happy to do so.
I tied up my hamper bag and handed it to the kid who stopped by to pick it up a few minutes later, while letting the door block my nakedness.
“Hey,” I said to the kid. “Put a rush on that for me?”
“Sure thing, Mr. Shore,” he said cheerfully.
“Thanks,” I replied.
I went back inside and got into the shower. Soon, all the embarrassing evidence would be gone.
God, I felt like a 14-year-old kid again! And Jesus, Blythe was just so hot and sexy. I had to admit, I really wanted to fuck her.
Was she a good actress or was I just horny or both? Was she giving me real signals mixed in with the fake ones? I mean, I had gotten hot and heavy with actresses before in a sex scene, but nothing like this. Nothing that embarrassing.
And even as I washed up, I couldn’t help but think about her and the erotic scene we had just performed. I found myself getting hard again. I rubbed one out thinking about her.
Instead of just rubbing up against me, in my fantasy, she was down on her knees, with her cock in my mouth. She was so great at sucking its head while she stroked its shaft.
I came in real life as I imagined cumming down her throat in my fantasy.
Fuck, twice within a few minutes of each other.
This girl was really getting to me.
“You need to focus, douchebag. Focus!” I said to myself.
This girl, Blythe, was a distraction, but one I could not get rid of.
What the hell was I going to do?
I couldn’t do scenes like this. Could I?
Yes! You can. Shut the hell up and focus! You just have to focus. Don’t think of her blowing your self-control or blowing you in the shower.
God damn. I was hard again! What the hell?
I kept picturing her here with me now, her knees on the bottom of the bathtub, sucking my cock. Fuck! I jerked off again! This time, I blew my load all over the tub. My knees nearly buckled from the experience. Holy shit.
Usually, I had to be thinking about a guy to cum so quickly and so frequently. Or at least a guy and a girl, both pleasuring me at once.
But this time, the thought of Blythe was all I needed to get me going. And going and going and going.
“Holy shit,” I panted aloud. “I need help.”
Getting out of the shower, I called my guru, Tom. Tom was a spiritual advisor. I got turned on to him from another actor, w
hich was pretty common out here.
Tom had been a surfer back in the day and then he got spiritual. He helped me meditate and would give me advice from time to time.
In return, he was on my payroll. At $200 a month, he’d better answer my fucking call.
“Hello, Friend Kip Shore,” he greeted.
“Call me Monk, Tom,” I said.
“Of course, Monk,” he said. “How may I expand your consciousness today?”
“I’m on the set of my new movie and they have this new actress,” I explained. “She’s becoming a distraction to my craft. I don’t know what to do.”
“What is she doing exactly, Friend Monk?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “She’s just— well, she’s amazing. You know I’m usually into guys. But I find myself very attracted to her physically and mentally. We ended up doing a sex scene together and it was very real.”
“This is a good thing,” he said. “You did a good job. It’s fine to be attracted to women as well as to men. And to explore those attractions.”
“Yeah, but there’s a time and a place, you know? I came in my pants during the scene,” I said, embarrassed.
“Oh, dear,” he said. “Well, it is only natural. She is doing her job and has done it well, no?”
“That’s just it,” I explained. “I have feelings for her, I’m sexually attracted to her— This has become a complete distraction to the craft. I’m on a job here. I abstain from sex and drugs when I act. Now I feel that I violated that code.”
“Your artificial code that you maintain in your mind cannot control what your heart truly feels,” he said. “Obviously, you have deep feelings for this woman. You should explore them.”
“But I’m on the job here, Tom,” I explained. “I can’t just make a move on her. There are other factors in place.”
“Well, you do not have to make a move,” he assured. “You just have to let her know how you feel and go from there.”
“You make it sound so easy,” I said. “But I could get in a lot of trouble. Plus, the movie…”
“Sounds to me as if you are making excuses,” he said. “When we make excuses, we waste energy on nothing. Do not make excuses for yourself for what you do not do. Do it or do not do it.”
“If I go to her, I’m going to end up having sex with her,” I said. “Then I’m going to be thinking of that. That’s a total distraction to my craft!”
“But what is the craft if not the love of making people happy? And what does that mean if you do not make yourself happy first?” he postulated. “I am not suggesting that you have sex with her, necessarily, but your feelings must be addressed in an open and healthy way. If this is allowed to fester, there could be a misunderstanding or missed opportunity.”
“That all sounds like good advice,” I said. “Thank you, Friend Tom.”
“I sense there is a ‘but’ coming after that statement,” said Tom.
“Well, setting aside the fact that I’m on a movie set, as well as the fact that I’m normally gay or at least bi but now I’m having feelings for only one girl, there is also the fact that I’m worried because my friends are into this woman, too,” I said. “I mean, this could tear apart our friendship.”
“Hmm, that is complicated,” he admitted. “But as long as you are open and honest, I don’t think you could get in much trouble. There may be some hurt feelings if this woman picks you, but if she does not— Are you prepared not to have hard feelings toward your friend?”
I thought about it for a minute. What if Blythe ended up with Christian or Zack? Heck, what if it turned out she had a boyfriend all along?
Man, I’ve been down that road before. I had to be the bigger man or at least be prepared to be the bigger man.
“I think I hear what you’re saying,” I said, after a pause. “I will prepare myself and center myself.”
“Good. Perhaps you should meditate a while,” he suggested. “Daily meditation can help center yourself. Have you been meditating daily?”
“Honestly, no,” I said. “I’ve been working out in the mornings. I thought that would be enough.”
“We must exercise our spirits as well as our bodies,” said Tom. “Do you understand, Friend Monk?”
“Yeah, I think I do,” I said.
“When we fail to do the things that keep us centered, it is no mystery when we become distracted and stray from our Path. Your Path is acting, and you want to stay on it,” he said. “But do you?”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“Perhaps this woman represents something that has been missing in your life all this time,” he suggested. “It could be that you need more of the feminine in your life? Or to focus more on your personal life than on your career, for once? From time to time our spirits need to be rejuvenated, not just by meditation, but by love.”
“Well, I want love in my life. Sure,” I agreed.
“But do you? A relationship can change your life and cause disruption,” said Tom. “Note the disruption of your life in this moment. Perhaps you are afraid, and so you are running away from that life-changing love.”
“Do you think you could come by? So that we could meditate?” I asked.
It would cost me a small fortune, but I thought it would be worth it.
“I am sorry, but I cannot,” he said. “I am at the ashram with several other my students right now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said. “You interrupted your class for me.”
“Do not feel bad,” he said. “You needed immediate attention and your troubles can be a lesson for others listening.”
“They can’t hear me, right?”
“They cannot,” he assured. “I realized your profession requires a certain amount of discretion in these matters. But their souls will feel it and will connect with you on a deep, human level, even if they don’t know the details.”
“Okay, thanks. That’s good to know. I’m going to meditate on things and then once I’m centered, I’m going to think about how to approach this and her specifically,” I said, revealing my plan.
“I think that is a good start, Friend Monk,” said Tom. “Good luck to you and call me if you need more advice.”
“I will! Thanks,” I said.
“Goodbye and may blessings be upon you,” he said.
I hung up. Standing up, I shook out all my limbs and then sat in a lotus position on the bed.
I started to meditate by staring at a fixed point straight ahead. I concentrated on breathing and the point. Slowly but surely, I started to relax and became more aware of my breathing.
It seemed like a long time passed. I imagined in my head the sun rising and setting as I continued to meditate. The seasons changed, weeks and months passed by and suddenly it was a year later. It wasn’t, of course, but I imagined it.
After a few minutes, I felt really good. Nothing like clearing your mind and meditation focus. Now I had to think about Blythe. What should I do about her?
I should just ask her out. That would be the sensible thing to do, right?
Maybe I could take her for a ride up the coast, go to a nice restaurant. We practically had had sex; I’m pretty sure we’d end up in a nice hotel somewhere. That would probably be better than blowing my load on the set, right?
Hmm, what if she has plans already? That’s a possibility.
Okay, I needed a back-up plan.
Maybe I take her for dinner after work during the week? No, that won’t work. Everyone’s so tired after shooting.
Unless I could get her on a day when it was an easy shoot? Something spontaneous?
Then there’s the issue of the guys. How do I throw them off the trail? Maybe I just talk to them, too. We could work out times so we could all take a run at her.
Would they agree to that?
I’m sensing no. I mean, they’re not stupid.
No doubt word would reach them about what happened on the set.
Yeah, I was pretty good at covering up,
but someone would know. And if they didn’t know, they would’ve sensed. Even if they did think I was gay. There was too much chemistry going on between Blythe and me – not to mention too much grinding and near-sex – for no one to have noticed.
Since people probably knew, I might as well go for it. While I still had a chance.
I remembered how I saw Zack eyeing up Blythe on the way out.
He’s definitely going for it – that’s for sure. It’s just a matter of time.
Could I sabotage my friends?
Even if I wanted to, how would I even do it?
I guess I could create some kind of distraction, so I’d have time with Blythe.
Maybe I could suggest to Jim that they need more rehearsal?
Nah, that would be overstepping my bounds big time. That could really blow up in my face.
I wouldn’t want to straight up lie to them. That seemed like a really dirty thing to do.
Maybe I could just feel them out. See where they were going to be during the week and on the weekend. If I could narrow down the timeline, maybe I’d have a chance at getting Blythe alone.
Christian was intense. He’d probably just ask her out soon, if he hadn’t already. Zack was more slick. He would be working her slowly. That was why he read Christian’s scene with her.
I’m just glad he didn’t practice my scene with her. That would be too blatant, anyway. Too obvious.
I went online and checked Blythe’s IMDB profile. There wasn’t much about her other than her credits in stunt work. She was from Montana and got taught Karate by her mom. Maybe that was the angle.
“I know. I could meditate with her!” I said aloud.
Of course! The answer was there all along. Tom must’ve sensed it. Fuck, that man was worth every penny.
If she did Karate, then surely, she’d explored the Zen part of it too, right?
You can’t get to black belt and not learn about concentration and meditation. Can you?
According to her bio, she had five brothers. Wow. Hmm, I wonder if I could use that somehow. Obviously, she could be girly, but she wasn’t a girly girl.